Window Frost

Often we call things “common” because they are familiar. We forget to pause and really look, really see, and in doing so we overlook works of art that rival anything found in art galleries and museums.

Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.”